babies with green and blue eyes

Nine Months - Harry Styles Imagine

No piece of mine has never had as much interest surrounding it as this one has, so thank you for expressing your excitement to me. I hope you’ll find it was worth the wait. (Protip: if you’re reading on mobile, ditch the app and read on Safari or Chrome instead, as the app is prone to close on longer pieces of text).

This one is dedicated to @permanentcross, simply because she’s the best. E has listened to me ramble on and on about this story for longer than anyone should have to. She’s the inspiration behind many things beneath the cut, all of which I will leave up to your own interpretation. 

Without further adieu, I present you with Nine Months…

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➥ Vocabulary Tips - Adjectives Part 1

Appearance Adjectives


「height / stature / size

  • tall - very tall, quite tall, six feet tall, long, high, big, colossal, gigantic, huge, immense.
  • short - not very tall, petite, low-set, compact, little, small, squat, tiny, miniature.
  • medium - average height, middle height, half tall, half short.

「weight / skin

  • thin - quite thin, slim, slender, skinny.
  • fat - medium-build, overweight, rounded, chubby, corpulent.
  • skin - pale, pallid, light, dark, tanned, olive, white, brown, rosy.
  • shape - broad, crooked, curved, flat, narrow, round, square, wide, massive, straight.

「hair / eyes

  • color - dark, black, red, brown, blond, chestnut brown, white, gray, blue, green, light-blue, dark-gray, grayish-blue, amber, caramel.
  • style - long, short, medium-length, shoulder-length, afro, asymmetric cut, beehive, bob cut, bowl cut, bunches, buzz cut, cropped, curtained hair, dreadlocks, fringe/bangs, hime cut, pixie cut.
  • hairdo - straight, curly, wavy, thick, thinning, bald, shiny, smooth, neatly combed, dull, tousled, disheveled, ponytail, braid, updo, bun.

「age

  • young - kid, baby, toddler, newborn, preteen, teenage, teen, junior, minor, infant, tween, youngsters.
  • old - elderly, older, mature, senior, experienced, middle-aged, adult, grown up. 
  • number - twenty years old, in her thirties, about forty.

「mind

  • intelligent - broad-minded, sharp, keen, bright, quick, agile, wise, clever, smart, precocious, gifted, witty, ingenious, savvy. 
  • stupid - narrow-minded, silly, foolish, idiot, fool, ignorant, slow, dumb, dull, brainless, dummy, moron, imbecile, uncultured.

「character

  • friendly - pleasant personality, good-tempered, good-natured, easy-going, sociable, outgoing, extroverted, energetic.
  • independent - strong, tough, mature, autonomous, self-confident, self-reliant, self-sufficient.
  • honest - dependable, reliable, trustworthy, reasonable, sensible, honorable, sincere, direct, downright, truthful.
  • disciplined - organized, hard-working, careful, prudent, cautious.
  • modest - shy, timid, wary, humble.
  • observant - attentive, alert, perceptive, insightful, thoughtful, considerate.
  • humorous - amusing, funny, comical, laughable.
  • generous - unselfish, kind, kind-hearted, gentle, benevolent, sympathetic, tolerant, helpful, careful.
  • interesting - fascinating, exciting, entertaining, stimulating. 
  • elegant - exquisite, graceful, refined, fine, tasteful, neat, high-class, fancy, glamorous, dressy, magnificent, important, powerful, famous, rich.
  • beautiful - attractive, gorgeous, handsome, ravishing, pleasing, glorious, splendid, goddess, god-like, pretty, beauty, resplendent, fine, stunning, good-looking.
  • adorable - lovable, lovely, sensitive, adorable,sweet, angelical, angelic, cute, precious.
  • glowing -  shiny, vivacious, sparkling, twinkle, shining, vibrant, radiating.
  • code - formal, official, informal, relaxed, casual, old-fashioned.
  • hostile - aggressive, violent, offensive, hateful, bitter, ferocious, furious, savage, fierce, bloody, grotesque, boorish.
  • unfriendly - unsociable, bad-tempered, pushy, selfish, egotistical, inconsiderate, arrogant, moody, stubborn, imprudent, stingy, miserly, snobbish . 
  • dishonest - unreliable,  unreasonable, unpredictable, irresponsible,  impulsive, greedy, dull, undisciplined, disorganized, careless, greedy.
  • strange - odd, weird, eccentric, crazy, clumsy.
  • boring - tedious, tiresome, uninteresting, wearisome.
  • emotional - moody, melancholic, touchy, mushy.


➥ Vocabulary Tips Masterlist


if you have other adjectives that fit this topic, just send me a message. 

carstairswriting  asked:

Hi Cassie!!! I have a weird (?) question about Mark. His eyes have always been bicolor, right? Like always? And will we know why Jules and Emma can't remember Jessa's wedding in LoS? Jessa is my ultimate otp and I'm DYING to see their babies. Love you, thanks for everything!!!! ♡

No, Mark had the Blackthorn eyes - blue-green - until he was abducted by the Wild Hunt. All the Faeries in the Wild Hunt have heterochromia – bicolored eyes. Kieran has one black and one silver, Mark one blue and one gold. 

That’s an Eye of a Different Color

Originally posted by sofothings

Originally, everyone had brown eyes, but Danish researchers say that somewhere between 6 and 10,000 years ago, a random genetic mutation tweaked a key molecular switch and the ability to produce brown eyes in some people.

Eye color is dictated, at least in part, by the OCA2 gene, which codes for the P protein involved in the production of melanin, the pigment that gives color to hair, eyes and skin. The actual mutation occurred in a gene next OCA2, which didn’t fully turn off OCA2, but did reduce its ability to promote melanin production.

Eye color — at least for the three most common colors: green, brown and blue — is governed by eight genes. The origins of other colors like gray and hazel are less well understood. Color variation is due to the amount of melanin in the stroma of the iris. Blue eyes have less.

Most babies are born with blue eyes that darken in the first three years as melanin, which isn’t usually present at birth, develops with age.

Heritability of eye color isn’t as simple as you might think. The color of your eyes is not a blend of your parents’ colors, but rather the plucking of chromosomal combinations. Parents with brown eyes are likely to have brown-eyed children, but not always. Darker colors dominate: Brown over green, green over blue.

Markiplier Ego Imagines (pt. 8.2)

Imagine the others hearing Dr. Iplier’s screams. Anyone in earshot rushes to find him in his office. He’s on the floor, on his back, and something… something unbelievable is sitting on his chest. It’s… a dragon? The baby dragon’s scales are the same soft blue as it’s egg, and it curls up on top of the Doctor, radiating a calming heat into his chest. The Doctor stops screaming long enough to realize that the little guy means him no harm and runs his fingers down the dragon’s spiny back, revealing a pair of iridescent wings.

Imagine the others going nuts, grabbing their eggs and bringing them to the clinic to be put under the heating lamp.

Imagine Bim’s being the next to hatch. It’s a chubby, green dragon with a flower growing from the crown of its head. It waddles towards Bim unsteadily, flapping its tiny wings to keep balance. The dragon sniffs at one of Bim’s plants and then breathes a strange, golden dust over it. Before Bim’s own eyes, the plant becomes greener and healthier than he’s ever seen it before. Bim is half-way to having another cuteness overload when the baby dragon flops down into a patch of sunlight and falls asleep. Bim is once again dead.

Imagine Google’s egg hatching to reveal a prickly silver dragon with glowing blue eyes. The Googles gather around it, curious to examine the impossible creature when it opens its mouth and launches a bolt of electricity at the closest droid. Green staggers back, only to find his batteries fully charged and feeling refreshed. The other Googles raise their eyebrows in surprise, and Oliver claps his hands together, “We’ll call him Sparky!”

Imagine the Host’s surprise when his dragon lights gently on his shoulder and nuzzles against his cheek, as soft and smooth as could be. The dragon’s touch is soothing to his frazzled nerves, and the Host comes to find that the dragon can do many other things. It glows with a faint, golden light, leading Amy and the others through the library when they visit, and it even helps Host to navigate new, different places by humming softly in his ear whenever he gets too close to something. The two become inseparable.

Imagine Ed being absolutely giddy when his little dragon hatches. Its skin is the same color and texture of the leathery substance of its egg, and it wraps itself around the brim of Ed’s hat. Wherever Ed goes, if there’s even a penny lying on the ground, the dragon swoops down, snatches it up, and adds it to the collection in Ed’s pocket. The little friend also comes in handy finding lost things, especially things that Ed drops into the nooks and crannies of his cars. The tiny dragon can reach them.

Imagine Silver’s dragon stumbling off the edge of something only to bounce five feet in the air, flapping its little wings for a moment before dropping and repeating the process. The dragon itself is naturally silver, to match the Silver Shepherd’s costume, and he takes the dragon with him on missions to fight crime. The dragon manages to get him out of quite a few scrapes just in the nick of time, belching a noxious fume that knocks out the bad guys.

Imagine Wilford’s dragon emerging from its egg and immediately attacking his face. Wilford is running around screaming, trying to pull this hellbeast off of him, but no one is willing to help. Finally he detaches the little monster from himself and notices that on each little foot, the dragon has long, curved blades for claws. It’s pink color and hot temper immediately win the Ego over, despite the bleeding wounds in his face, and Wilford names him Pinky because Wilford is the absolute best at naming things.

Imagine Dark getting impatient when his dragon hasn’t shown any signs of hatching yet under the heat lamp. Dr. Iplier inspects the egg, finding that it’s still pretty cold to the touch. In a moment of genius, Dr. Iplier takes the egg down to the kitchen and sticks it in the freezer. Dark watches silently as this occurs until there’s the sound of an explosion, and the Doctor opens the freezer door to find a tiny black dragon standing among shards of its eggshell. Dark takes the dragon from the freezer and gasps in surprise when his hands frost over. The tiny ice dragon often gets into trouble for freezing the pipes in Wilford’s studio or Google’s computer, but Dark never admits to having put the idea into the lizard’s mind.

Needless to say, when Amy returns from her trip to find a bunch of kittens and tiny dragons have overrun the place, she’s quite excited to join the fun.

Seventeen as: Things in Life

S.Coups: Bright red. Worn in baseball caps, over-sized jerseys, hot dogs and empty stadiums. The smell of fresh strawberries; Getting into your house after a day out in the winter; The feel of a new basketball. Warm summer nights. The sound of kids in the hallways on the last day of school after the bell rings; Screaming when you finally beat a hard level in a game; Teasing eyes; Mangoes.
  
Woozi: An untouched field of bright crisp snow; the satisfaction you get when you ace a test you thought you’d do bad on. Thick Holiday sweaters; paper lanterns glowing in dark streets; serious conversations with your normally easy-going friend at 2 in the morning. The colors mint and peach. Smiling to yourself as someone unknowingly compliments you. Laughing to yourself, embarrassed, after you caught yourself daydreaming about someone. The feel of new notebooks.

Hoshi: The rush of joy you feel all at once as you’re trying your hardest doing something you love. Watermelon Popsicle sticks. Turquoise. Giggles breaking the silence. 2007- 2009 pop songs that you still break out screaming to if they come on the radio. Cherry lip balm. Daisies. Empty hockey rings. Cheesy Valentine’s Day teddy bears. Spending hours on a project you’re working on, not noticing you worked through the night. Plastic water bottles.

Wonwoo: Ocean blue. Secret smiles. The jokes written on cards you get at the Pharmacy. Midnight walks. Being in a warm jacket outside during the fall. Apples. The feel of a cold PlayStation controller. Fresh pumpkins. Inside jokes with your friends. Laughing really hard after not laughing for a long time. The smell of clean linen. The moon’s reflection on a car window. Hugging a friend you haven’t seen in a while. Worn in converse sneakers. The sound of a shower running. Soft cloth. 

Mingyu: Warm cheesy pizza.  Unexpectedly laughing loudly. Ultramarine blue. Fuzzy socks. Riding your bicycle really fast and feeling the wind hit you. Mozzarella sticks. Ice cold soda on a hot day. The way gloves feel when they just got out the dryer.  Giggling to yourself as you enjoy doing something childish. Dancing to yourself in front of a mirror. The sound of the city on a busy day. Dipping new paint brushes into paint. Bright sunlight pouring in through a window.

Vernon: Staying up all night on the internet. Late night jokes with your friends. Burgers. Crinkled plaid shirts. Purple. The way your face scrunches up as you laugh really hard. 2 a.m. Ramen noodles. Feeling satisfied as you push yourself past your comfort zone and get good results. Jokes so bad they’re funny. Falling asleep to the sound of a tv show. Opening a new album package that you waited forever for. Plastic figurines. Feeling nervous on the first day of school. Rubber bracelets.  Relaxing car drives. 

Dino: Stretching in the morning. Lopsided beanies. Pumpkin seeds and tangerines. Long needed hugs. Making fake mohawks with shampoo/soap. Brand new comic books. The way your eyebrows furrow as you work hard doing something you love. The color green. Pinky promises. Randomly learning a  weird fact. Rushing to open  a package of takeout when you’re really hungry. Racing during gym. Ham and cheese sandwiches. 

Seungkwan: The smell of warm, fresh out the oven, buns. Pastel yellow and baby blue. Soft pajamas. Purposefully singing badly to a song. Scrapbooks. The taste of vanilla. The feeling of satisfaction and pride you get after you tell a joke and everybody starts laughing. Those dollar store kids hand sanitizers. Preppy button up shirts. Warm honey brown eyes. The way a librarian smiles at you sweetly. Snow falling in your hair. Thick fluffy scarves. Really puffy winter jackets. Dandelions. 

DK: Yellow and orange. Sunflowers. The way you squint your eyes when the sun is too bright. Fried chicken + french fries. Late night snacks. Sliding down wooden floors in socks. Terrible romantic movies. Imitating/mocking the GPS’ voice when you’re driving. Holding hands with your friends. The toy section at the dollar store. The smell of citrus.  Bananas. Finger painting. Bouncing your leg as you type away. Laughing with someone, adoration shining through your eyes.  Oversized shirts with jokes written on them. 

The8: Rubber bouncy balls. Happy family reunions. Fuzzy slippers. Tinsel. The faint sound of music playing at a bbq. Baby golden retrievers. Surprising yourself with your own strength. Bonfires late at night on the beach. The sun shinning extremely bright after it rained. Long eyelashes. Roast sessions with your friends. Coconuts; the smell of purple grapes. Holiday music playing in stores. Fake mustaches and waffles. Two toned/swirled ice cream. The way the warm sidewalk pavement feels against your bare feet.

Jun: Retro red. The night sky when there are no stars out. Kitchen aprons and rose petals. Steele blue. Brand new pencils. Bright white teeth and secret winks. Jumping in (clean) puddles when it’s raining. Airplanes. Apricots and strawberry jam. Cheap perfume and small tourist knick knacks. Warm caramel, covered in chocolate.  When your friend pulls through for you. 1 a.m. phone calls. Waking up before you’re supposed to and just laying there, thinking, until your alarm goes off. Fake-flirting with your friends. Plastic flower necklaces. 

Jeonghan: Neutral colors. Cactus’ and pastel flower pots. The silence before a storm. Sticking your tongue out playfully. Laughing so hard you accidentally hurt yourself by bumping into something. Messy toaster strudels. Accidentally succeeding at something/good luck. Nostalgia. When you’re tired but so excited you can’t sleep. Watching terrible comedy movies with your friends and laughing more with each other than at the movie. Cinnamon toothpaste. Saltine crackers; absentmindedly laying in a weird position when you’re invested in your hobby. 

Joshua: Worn down wood. Maple syrup on warm fluffy pancakes. Procrastinating by watching strange useless videos on Youtube. Old headphones. When your desk is messy but you kinda just know where everything is. Coffee shops and doughnuts with sprinkles. The sound of traffic at night. Knowing every word to a child’s song you haven’t sang in years. Chipped nail polish. Jeans and messy hair. Seeing your own breath when it’s  very cold out. Drawing small hearts on the car window. Secret Pinterest boards.

How the turtles react to seeing their daughter for the first time:

WARNING:NONE

Requested by: @brayden1616

How about the boys meeting their newborn daughter for the first time and getting to hold her? Plus a cute detail she has is his eye colour making her look just like daddy! 

A/N: I think I cried a little writing these :)

Leonardo:

Leo had been pacing around the lair, waiting to get a phone call from April, or Casey, to let him know everything was alright. He didn’t even know what gender his child was. You’d delivered the baby at your place, because going to the hospital wasn’t an option while birthing a potential mutant turtle baby; but due to it being day time, Leo had to stay in the lair. He hadn’t stopped pacing since Casey phoned and said you’d gone into labour, and right now it was all he could do to stop himself from charging up to the surface and finding you, not caring who saw him. 

“Leo, will you-” Donnie started, from somewhere on the other side of the room. Leo didn’t even look up at him, before he interupted. 

“No, I will not stop pacing.” He snapped, still pacing. “Not until I know everything’s alright.” 

“If you’d listened; I was about to say, Leo will you stop and look who’s here.” Donnie chuckled slightly under his breath, and, with that statement, brought his brother’s incessant walking to an abrupt halt.

Leo turned slowly, and found you standing in the entrance to the lair, with a bundle of blankets held tightly in your arms. Leo’s whole world went onto pause for that moment. He was scared, delighted, nervous and amazed all at once. And he didn’t know what to do.

“Hey,” You smiled weakly, still uneasy after the whole, giving birth thing. But you’d never been happy to see Leo in your entire life, and you couldn’t wait to present him with his child. 

“Hi,” Leo barely managed to speak, and without thinking for another second he took a few, unsure steps forward.

Peeking over the ridge of the fluffy, white blankets held in your arms, Leonardo caught a glimpse at pale green skin. He gasped unintentionally, and felt his whole body begin to tremble - that was his child. None of them had thought it would ever be possible for them to reproduce, but here it was, healthy and perfectly real. 

“It’s a girl, Leo,” You whispered, watching him edge ever so slightly closer with every second that passed. He was hesitant, you could see it in his eyes as they remained glued on your daughter. “Do you wanna hold her?” 

Leo gulped down his fears and locked eyes with you for a second. How had he been so lucky to find someone like you? He nodded carefully, and closed the gap that he’d measured between you. 

You handed him your daughter with steady arms, and watched as Leonardo’s face lit up completely. His smile grew ever wider, and as he stared down at the small, slightly green, baby in his arms, he felt tears prick his eyes.

Without warning, the baby girl woke up slowly, stretched her arms up towards Leo’s face, and made a small ‘ga-ga’ noise. To which Leo laughed softly. She had his eyes. Bright blue crystals that gazed up at him with naive awe. She was gorgeous; he’d thought he could never love anything more than you, but he, within seconds, loved this child unconditionally.

A tear or two slipped loose down Leo’s scaly cheeks, and he smiled even wider at you. “What shall we call her?” You ask with a similar smile, wrapping your arms around Leo’s torso, and looking over your child with adoration.

“What about Ellie?” He sniffs a couple times, still beaming down at this little girl that resembled him in so many ways.

“Ellie it is,” You smile, and lean up to peck his cheek. “She looks like you,” You mumble against his face, and watch his eyes drift to you.

“She looks like us,” And he kissed you on the lips this time. 

“Hey Ellie - I’m Uncle Mikey!”  A voice carried from the entrance to the lair, and in pranced Michelangelo and Casey Jones, holding a huge teddy bear. “Who’s my favourite niece?” To which little baby Ellie burst into tears, and Leo held her slightly closer to his chest with a gentle chuckle. He had a similar reaction to Mikey’s voice, for pretty much all of his life. And he never wanted to let his daughter go ever again.

Raphael: 

His brothers were starting to get worried, but they couldn’t be sure that Raphael had actually moved in the hours he’d been waiting for you to arrive. He’d been sat on the couch, with his hands balled anxiously around the other; he didn’t speak at all, he would hardly look up from the floor dead ahead of him. Leonardo sat beside him, not really doing anything, but he was there just to keep Raph from getting too anxious. 

April had phoned to say you’d gone into labour, and since that point Raphael hadn’t shifted from this spot on the couch, where he was still sat a few hours later. No one really spoke at all in those horrifically slow hours, and no one dared go near Raphael after he’d glued himself to the seat - only Leonardo, but then Leo was always at Raphael’s side, no matter the circumstances, or consequences. 

“Raph,” Leo muttered eventually, another half an hour later. His blue bandanna flapped in the corner of Raph’s vision, but he dared not tear his gaze from the floor ahead of him. He’d glared at that floor until it got up and left.

“Don’t.” Raphael spat back through gritted teeth. He didn’t mean to get aggressive, but he was just so worried and confused and terrified that anger seemed to be the default emotion. “Just don’t.”

“Well I’m not going to tell Y/N to leave, so you’re gonna have to look up eventually.” Leonardo chuckled, and watched as his brother’s face loosened in a split second. His entire body tightened and released a hundred times before his emerald eyes finally lifted. There you were, gradually walking over with a small, fragile bundle of blankets in your arms. 

Raphael physically couldn’t bring himself to move - there you were, and there it was. He didn’t even know it’s gender, but he knew it was his. A faintly green, tiny hand occasionally reached over the fluffy blanket and twitched it’s fingers randomly. Even without seeing its face, Raphael was in love more than he thought was physically possible. 

“It’s a girl, Raph,” You smiled sweetly at him - you looked weak, obviously, but Raph couldn’t even bring himself to think of you right now. All his mind could possibly comprehend was the tiny bundle of blankets in your arms. His baby girl. His daughter.

He broke down, silently, at that thought. Still unable to stand or move or speak, but the sheer idea of seeing his own child, made everything about him just want to cry. He didn’t think he could ever have children, let alone produce something so small and adorable as the daughter you held so close. 

“Do you wanna hold her?” You ask with an ever growing grin, your own eyes pricking with tears upon seeing Raphael cry. He was such a huge teddy bear, more emotional than he’d care to admit, but now he didn’t even care who was in the room, he just sat and cried.

Raphael nodded quietly, and looked towards Leo. He didn’t know why he looked at his brother, there wasn’t anything Leonardo could do to change the world pool of emotional spiralling in Raph’s stomach, but it was somewhat reassuring knowing his brother, his best friend, was still sat at his side. 

When you sat beside him, Leo’s smile grew; and Raph’s eyes glued to the small body being placed in his strong hands. Her eyes opened wide, and glowed green in the light; she had his eyes. How could she look so beautiful with his eyes, because all he ever thought of himself as was ugly and freakish, but she, she was the most brilliant thing on the planet.

“Can we call her Lucy?” He finally heaved in a breath, and dared a glance at you. You, you who was so astonishingly gorgeous and amazing, you who had captured his heart and saw something worth loving amidst all his anger. You who had given him the most amazing and beautiful creation in the entire world. 

“Of course,” You beam back, and look between the two loves of your life, already sure that Raphael would be the best father in the world.

Donatello: 

“What if something’s gone wrong?” He sighed dramatically, endlessly walking around, sitting down, and then getting up again. Mikey, who was slouched on the floor with a pizza, looked up at him and rolled his eyes.

“Dude, everything’s going to be fine! Casey said she’s alri-”

“I don’t need Casey to tell me how my girlfriend is, Mikey!” Donatello barked back, cutting his younger brother off without hesitation. “What does he know anyway? When was the last time he helped deliver a potentially mutant turtle baby? Huh? He hasn’t! Ever! So how would he know how she is?” Donatello’s voice grew higher and higher in pitch, the more frantic his words became. He was worried out of his mind, and it just so happened Michelangelo was close enough to take it out on him. He didn’t mean to be rude and abrupt, but with you and his child in potential danger, he couldn’t help but be a bit on edge.

“Wow Donnie, bit harsh.” The voice of Casey Jones echoed throughout the lair after a second of silence shared between the two turtles. In walked the hockey player with swagger in his step, as though nothing abnormal had occurred today, before he fell down beside Mikey and the uneaten pizza. 

“Where is she?” Donnie began to freak out, “Where’s the baby? Are they alright? God, Mikey, what do I do? I’m not ready to be a father! I don’t know the slightest thing about -”

“You know everything about everything, D. You are going to be an amazing dad - and you better start quickly,” Mikey nodded his head, wit a wide grin, towards the door behind the purple clad turtle. 

As Donatello turned around, you smiled up at him, holding your child carefully in your arms. Donnie’s mouth practically hit the floor upon catching sight of his child, his own flesh and blood - and potentially scales - wrapped in blankets, and within reach of him. 

“You worry too much,” You sniggered, extending the baby in his direction. You didn’t need to ask the question before Donatello’s lit up with both eagerness and nerves. It was going to take him a while to get over the initial fact of actually having created such a beautiful thing, but holding it would be the first step. “It’s a girl, Donnie.”

He took the bundle of blankets in his arms, and was met by a pair of round, red eyes gazing back at him. “She’s got my eyes,” Donnie beamed like an excitable child, or Mikey when the pizza arrives. “She’s actually got my eyes,” Those beautifully circular orbs of bright colour were the most brilliant thing Donatello had seen in his life. 

She needs a name.” You laughed, wrapping you arms around Donnie so you could stare at the two people you loved most in this world. 

“How about….” Donnie’s mind worked at a hundred thousand miles per hour to even think of what a name was, before he settled on idea: “Penny.”

“Penny?” You rose an eyebrow, but laughed nonetheless, “Penny it is.” You smile brightly up at Donnie and watch his awe filled eyes look directly at his daughter, and that was when you realised; you were never going to get that child off of him again.

Michelangelo: 

“Mikey, will you sit down? She’ll be here in a minute, just chill.” Raph groaned, lying back on the couch and watching as his orange clad brother practically bounced off of the walls. 

“What if it doesn’t like me?” He paused in his jittering, and looked solemnly at his brother for an answer, as though it were the most important question of his life. 

“It’s only just been born,” Raphael scoffed, “It hasn’t even seen you yet, how could it not like you?” 

“I don’t know, man, it might not like orange, or something,” Mikey was freaking out. He always bigged himself up, as though he’d be amazing with kids if he weren’t a turtle, but having one of his own was more terrifying than anything he’d ever faced before. And now he was but minutes away from facing his own child, and he couldn’t stop his mind form thinking up the worst case scenarios. 

“She doesn’t even know what orange is yet,” A voice said from nearby, and made Mikey whip around with impossible speed. There you were, smiling and holding a pale-green baby in a bundle of blankets. Raphael had no snarky comeback now, and neither did Mikey. Instead Michelangelo’s eyes simply grew to twice the size, and the words you’d just said rotated in his head on an endlessly loop. 

“She?” He almost whimpered, trying to comprehend the meaning of that one, simple word. It was a girl. He had a daughter. He was a dad! 

“I haven’t named her yet,” You shrugged, only noticing then how much Mikey’s face had lit up.

“Can I hold her?” He asked excitably, and reached out to take his baby girl in his arms. “I think she looks like a Kaia,” He whispered, cradling his daughter with ease. She was so small, so adorable and fragile. He’d never let go of her again, if he had her way.

“Kaia?” You giggled, amused by the awe in Mikey’s bright blue eyes.

“It’s a beautiful name for a beautiful girl,” Mikey grinned. The baby’s small eyes looked up at him with a sleepy gaze, and Michelangelo’s heart fluttered at seeing the two crystal orbs sparkling back at him. She had his eyes.

“You have a point.” You reply, falling in love with Mikey all over again. His brother’s often argued he was immature, or too idiotic to be treated like an adult, but seeing him standing there, with his daughter held close to his chest, you knew he was going to prove them all wrong. 

Bloom (1/?)

This has been a work in progress for quite some time. It started as a response to the fact that OUAT seemingly cannot have a normal pregnancy on this show without it being traumatic or otherwise very sad. This is the result. This series will be following the arc of Emma’s totally normal, only lightly angsty pregnancy that will end 100% happy. That is my guarantee. No prophecies. No speeding up. A super normal pregnancy.

As for the timing of posting this…well, we could all use some fluff, and I’m not letting reality get me down. So, presenting, “The Happiest Pregnancy Ever”

Also on A03.

Why should I be unhappy? Every parcel of my being is in full bloom.
-Rumi

Emma tapped her fingers on the table, her nails clack-clack-clacking on the wood with each downward press. She listened to the steady tick-tock of the clock, understanding with sudden clarity why Barrie had one haunt his interpretation of her husband. 

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.

Her husband wasn’t home. He was at store working his way down the list of things she’d hastily scribbled before he walked out the door. The list was long, and she didn’t really need half the things she sent him to buy, but she needed him gone, not anywhere near her while she processed the impending changes to their life. He would be home soon, which meant that she had to decide just what course of action to take.

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.

The house was quiet. Whenever Henry stayed with Regina, there was a certain stillness to their home. Even when he was there, he opted to listen to music via headphones. He was teenager, meaning he didn’t want to draw attention to himself. She liked the quiet, sometimes. Other times, not so much. It reminded Emma of her time as the Dark One – the house barren, dead. 

It won’t be like that much longer.

Emma fingered the stick in front of her. It read “pregnant” in small letters. She sprung for the test that said pregnant or not pregnant. She didn’t want to take any chances with lines or ink. It was clear as day that way. No mistakes.

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Smitten Kitten (Shifter!Stuckony)(Chapter One)

I couldn’t wait to post this first chapter for you guys, I am on a freaking ROLL writing lately, so here we go!

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MASTERLIST

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The elevator to the common area pinged open and the team poured out, all in varying levels of injured, all several steps past pissed off.

“That should have been easy! Instead it was a clusterfuck!!” Natasha fumed, the smoke pouring from her mouth with the words making everyone else uneasy. “What the hell went wrong?”

“Hey honey, why don’t you shift back all the way so you don’t accidentally light my couch on fire like you did last week?” Tony called from his position in Steve’s arms, cradled close to the big blonds chest.

“Tony, just be quiet and let us check you over.” Bucky interjected, and sent a steely eyed glare at Natasha. “Shift down, dragon lady. Steve, put him on the couch.”

Steve set Tony down carefully, ripping his shirt in one easy pull, showing the mess of bruises and cuts that decorated his ribs.

Damn it, Tony.” Clint flew in through the window, still partial shifted in his hawk form, tucking his giant wings behind him. “We told you to stay back. You could have seriously gotten hurt!”

“Oh yeah.” Tony rolled his eyes. “Tell the man in the suit with weapons to stay back and let the animals handle it. That sounds like a great idea.”

“Yeah well, if you would have listened you wouldn’t be all banged up, would you?” Clint pointed out, shifting back entirely into his human form, the wings and golden eyes disappearing. “Tasha, shift down baby, you’re smoking up the room.” He grabbed a blanket for her, and Natasha took a deep breath, the scales on her body rippling and shimmering and disappearing, claws retracting, and within a minute she stood at her usual five-two, green eyes and red hair. It was a far cry from her dragon, and everybody relaxed once she was wrapped in a blanket and headed to the kitchen to make coffee.

“Anything broken?” Steve asked and Bucky felt Tony’s ribs gingerly, mindful of the bruising, his fingers probing gently, blue eyes worried.

“Nothing cracked, just some hard bruising. What were you thinking?” His voice dropped into a growl, his Wolf still close to the surface and Tony swallowed hard, pushing back the wave of want at the sound.

“I didn’t want you guys to get hurt. So I stepped in.”

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Damian Wayne/ Robin X Reader- Murder Kitten

After this post, there will only be 2 requests left!! Yay!!!!!  Also, this was requested by @abigailredgrave, who requests some pretty awesome stuff!!! I hope you guys enjoy this and have a nice day!!!!  If I am counting this right, THIS IS MY ONE HUNDREDTH FANFIC!!!! YYYAAYYY!!!

Warning: Swearing 

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at the museum

Sterek fic inspired by the last minute or so of this ridiculous video (it has subtitles if you wanna watch it).

Of course the first time Stiles sees Derek Hale since high school just has to be on the day he’s finally gotten Lydia from Marketing to agree to go out with him. That’s how the universe works, apparently, always giving Stiles the shittiest luck.

They’re at the Beacon Hills Museum, because he thought that would be something she’d like and it’s definitely something he likes, only it’s looking like he thought wrong. In fact, he’s pretty sure she’s covertly reading an ebook on her phone while Stiles is geeking out over the exhibits.

It happens when Stiles has finally given up on the museum part of this date and taken Lydia downstairs to the food court. She’s just declared that on her diet she can’t eat anything on this menu, and Stiles has just seen his chances of landing a second date dropping dangerously close to zero, and that’s when he looks over and spots Derek standing a few feet away, arm in arm with a hot girl, all dimples and glossy brunette curls and a jawline sharp enough to rival Derek’s.

Of course Derek would have a hot girlfriend while Stiles is utterly failing at the first date he’s been on in six months, and of course Derek would happen to show up here and rub it in Stiles’ face. Of course.

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Smoothie Problems

SPN FanFic

~Sam tries to help you get healthy, but things get messy instead.~

Sam x Reader, Dean cameo

810 Words

Warnings: Flangst? It’s just fluffy garbage

A/N: Thanks @idreamofhazel​ for her usual good work reading for me 



“I’m not drinking that.” You crossed your arms, pouting up at Sam like an obstinate child.

“I promise, you’ll like it. Especially if you make it yourself,” Sam told you as he deposited a handful of fruits and vegetables onto the kitchen counter.

“I don’t care who makes it, I’m not gonna like it,” you argued, half a second away from stomping your feet. He was taking this whole ‘get healthy’ thing too far now. But, it was your fault for asking him to help. Honestly you figured he’d just help you work out, maybe do a little yoga… and really, who wouldn’t want to get all sweaty with the handsome hunter? But no way did you think he’d put you on a diet, no less force you to drink kale smoothies for breakfast. He’d just made you run two miles before sun up, and now he was insisting you learn to create the globulous green concoction for yourself. “What the hell is kale anyway? So nasty.”

“It’s not that bad,” he chuckled, “And it’s good for you. Now…” Sam stepped aside and motioned for you to take his spot in front of the blender. With a final exaggerated sigh, you took your place. “Good. Now, one cup of almond milk in the blender please.”

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